Gen. Winder moved the passport office up to the corner of Ninth
and Broad Streets.
The office at the corner of Ninth and Broad Streets was a filthy
one; it was inhabited — for they slept there — by his rowdy clerks. And when I
stepped to the hydrant for a glass of water, the tumbler repulsed me by the
smell of whisky. There was no towel to wipe my hands with, and in the long
basement room underneath, were a thousand garments of dead soldiers, taken from
the hospitals and the battle-field, and exhaling a most disagreeable, if not
deleterious, odor.
SOURCE: John Beauchamp Jones, A Rebel War Clerk's
Diary at the Confederate States Capital, Volume 1, p. 114
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